Slowly, I creep to the wall by the back counter.
Is that what it means to be between a rock and a hard spot? I’m literally in the middle of a vampire and something that uses the dark as its lair to hide its dead… I don’t even know what it eats. Humans? Cats? Something else.
I try to create a ball of light with my hands again, but nothing.
“I smell your fear pulsing off of you.”
Can they do that? I know they can smell blood, obviously. But fear?
“I want to taste you. Tasteallof you.”
Cringe.
His shadow moves in front of the window.
“Everlee?” He stops in front of the window, his hands cupping his eyes as he moves closer to look in.
My heart is racing. This is it. Stop running because it's futile. You’re alone and need to conserve your energy for whatever happens next.
A hand clamps around my mouth and drags me over the counter into the dark.
I’m dead.
KNOX - FINDING COCKBUSTER
“It’sbeenhours.Howdo we know someone hasn’t already captured her and we aren’t out here wasting our time?” Jax groans behind Callum and me.
“Because. She’s a fighter. I feel it,” Callum says, glancing at me.
“You don’t even know her,” he mumbles, barely audible.
“Anything?” Callum asks to the group, ignoring Jax.
“N-” Emmett starts, then stops. “Other vampires.”
“Where?” Callum asks, taking a step back towards Emmett and Jax.
He throws his head up in the air, smelling it. “To the left.” He lifts his ear into the air. “They are talking about Everlee.” He listens for another moment, “But haven’t found her. Incoming.”
Before he can finish saying the word, a gust of wind smacks us in the face.
“Jordan,” Emmett says, seeing the vampire in front of us.
He’s tall, not as tall as us, above average, but scrawny. He’s also young. Only sixty years old, even though he looks like he’s in his early twenties. His hair is dark and slicked back and looks like an absolute dickwad.
“So let me know if you’ve heard this joke before. A werewolf, a selkie, a vampire, and-” he looks at Callum. “What are you again?”
“None of your fucking business.”
“Harsh,” Jordan chuckles, patting him on the back. “Well, I can’t finish my joke unless I know what kind of fae you are. You seem to be a mystery.” He stares at Callum and waits for him to speak, but when he doesn’t, he continues, “Fine. I will make one up. Are you a Mesmer?”
Callum blinks slowly, but gives nothing away. He’s over a thousand years old and has had plenty of time to perfect his ‘eat shit and die’ face.
Jordan shrugs. “Well, now I don’t feel like telling my joke. You’ve ruined it,” he whines.
“Nooo,” Jax mocks. “I was almost looking forward to it.”
“You werewolves. Always the same. Tell yours I said hi.” Jordan leaps back in a flash as Jax charges him and Emmett grabs his arm.
